Sunsets

But what if I

Don't get to see the sunset

The day I die?

What if I miss

The resplendent

Orange, yellow, blue

Hues of the sky

Minutes before it goes

Dark and the world

Grows a bit too grim,

And the souls desire

A bit more freedom?

What if the last sunset

Of my last day

Is spent with me

Lying in a corner of

My hellishly dark room,

Breathing my last,

As the blood trickles

Onto the floor?

// NaPoWriMo, Day 8